Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2001 22:15:11 -0800 From: J. Ocean Subject: My 17th Summer 34 My Seventeenth Summer, Part 34 When my blindfold was finally removed, I was in one of the cabins, tied to a bed with my legs apart. It was dark and my eyesight was blurry -- I'd been blindfolded for several hours. Suddenly a figure loomed up out of the darkness; it was bright and grotesque. My heart leapt into my throat. The figure stood over me. I felt very vulnerable there, bound with my pussy exposed, not quite sure where I was or what was going on. As my eyes adjusted, I saw that whoever it was, she was wearing a white medical coat and a gray, expressionless mask with a dildo for a nose. Her hair was hidden in a surgical hair net. In her hands, which were encased in latex gloves, were gleaming metal instruments. I gulped air, feeling a rush of fear, realizing that I was at the mercy of a total stranger. The figure leaned over me, parted my labia, and began to explore me with the instruments. They were cold and somewhat uncomfortable but not actually painful. I looked at the ceiling and let my mind wander, just as I do at the gynecologist's. I felt something scrape against my thigh, and looked down just in time to see the figure lean over further and begin to fuck me with her face. The dildo-nose, too, was cold at first, but it warmed as it plunged into me and out. It started to feel good; really good -- I pushed forward against it with my hips, grinding my clit against the mask. Just as I was about to come , though, she pulled out and stood. Through her coat appeared a long, dangling white strap-on, with which she quickly and forcefully penetrated me. Laying atop me, she pushed the dildo-nose into my mouth; I instinctively sucked it, tasting plastic and my own flavor as she continued thrusting into me. She whispered into my ear: "Say 'Fuck my pussy, doctor.' " She removed the dildo from my mouth and I started to obey, just as she bucked her hips to drive the strap-on deep inside me. My reading of her line turned into a howl: "Fuck my pussy, doctor!" Hearing my captor's voice still didn't tell me who she was. Even when she pulled out of me, pulled open her coat, and removed the strap-on, her shaved pubis gave me no clue as to her identity. She was medium-tall, with smallish breasts; thinking back over the body shapes of Madeleine's friends, my best guess was that it was Diane. She climbed up onto the bed and straddled my chest. I felt the wetness of her cunt against my right nipple. She humped that breast, then the other, reaching behind her to penetrate me with her gloved finger. Then she brought her bald, dripping pussy to my mouth; the taste was familiar. I relaxed now into the act of pleasuring her, but was still a little unnerved by looking up at the mask, seeing the silhouette of the penis-shaped nose. She spun around a hundred eighty degrees and pressed herself down against me. I felt warm breasts pressed against my pelvis; the now-cool dildo nose pushed into me again. As I resumed licking her, she pulled off the mask and I felt a warm tongue on my pussy and latex-covered fingers on my thighs pulling me open. After that we quickly built to a sweaty, very satisfying mutual orgasm. The woman on top of me disentangled herself and stood up. It was, indeed, Diane. She unwrapped her brown hair from the net and shook it. She pulled off the latex gloves and tossed them aside. Walking over to the small table to her right, she picked up the bottle of whiskey sitting there and took a long, deep pull. Only then did she return to the bed and untie me. Diane crawled into bed beside me and pulled a blanket over us. Before long she was asleep; I was a bit creeped out by the whole experience, though, and was awake for a good while and then slept fitfully. I woke up right around dawn and snuck out as Diane snoozed. * * * The morning was foggy and chilly, especially since I was naked, so I moved quickly to locate our cabin and get inside. Madeleine was in bed next to Kendra, who looked like a sleeping angel. I slid in next to Madeleine on her other side; she was warm against my cool skin. Madeleine's eyes popped open. She was momentarily irritated to be awakened by my coldness, but after a few seconds she smiled and pulled me against her. She held my head against her neck and whispered in my ear, "How was your night, honey?" I whispered back. "It was...it was a little scary." "I know, Diane's into some weird stuff. This weekend is her chance to fulfill every fantasy she's come up with all year. But listen," she said, pulling away from me a little so she could look in my eyes, "everything you did with her, you did for me. Do you understand? And everything you do for me, no matter where you do it or who you do it with, brings us closer together." I nestled up against her and lay quietly for awhile soaking up her warmth. I was just about to nod off when the cabin door opened and I turned to look. It was Tina and Hannah; they were naked and mussed, with Tina's right ankle chained to Hannah's left. They wrapped themselves in a pile of blankets at the foot of the bed, and then we all slept peacefully as the morning drifted away.